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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Milk Drunk posted at 11:15 PM

I woke up today, with a stuttered heart, knowing that ill be facing him. I didnt know what to expect. Really. I assumed that it would be akward, silent and heart breaking.

I stepped in, and there he was, by the door. I ignored him, feeling like as if my legs have turned into jelly, and i had to hold on to Citi to stabilize myself. I tried to act normal, but i could hear my laughter and my voice was shakey. I tried to cover up my shaking, by laughing as much as i can, and smiling.

I don't know if what i felt and saw was true. But i wish that it wasn't. Cos it onli hurts me more thinking about it. I know you too well. You had a choice. But you chose the longer way. I was shocked. I thought i was just paranoid and feeling the akwardness getting into me. Bu maybe what i felt was true after all.. But dont. I beg you. Dont do this to me. I dont think i could go through with it again.

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